Chapter 203: Little Progress
I went to the kitchen.
Lucian was on a call, it seemed to be work related since he was using his low voice he subconscioulsy switched to, when it was work related and he held up one finger at me: *one minute*. I sat at the kitchen table and listened to the flat, which was quiet except for Lucian's murmur and the occasional sound from Lake's corner. Page turning. A
Lucian finished his call. Sat down across from me. "Lake knew it was just you tonight," he said. "I told him this morning."
"How did he take it?"
"He was quiet." Lucian looked at his hands briefly. "He asked if Drew was coming next week."
"Is he?"
"Probably." He looked at me. "Cameron. He's—it's going to take time. He's not—"
"I know," I said. "I'm not pushing."
"I know you're not." He pause
